"Is this really your mother's purse?" asked Mr. Bunker.
"It surely is," answered the bathing-beach girl. "She had just sixty-five dollars in it."
"That's just how much was in this!" exclaimed Russ.
"And besides," went on Mary, "I know the pocketbook. It has a little tear in one corner, and the clasp is bent."
"That's right," said Mr. Bunker.
"And," went on Mary, "besides the sixty-five dollars there was a funny Chinese coin with a square hole in the middle. Did you find that in the purse?"
"Yes," exclaimed Aunt Jo, "there was a Chinese coin in the pocketbook! That proves it must be your mother's pocketbook."
"I'm sure of it," said Mary. "Oh, how glad she'll be that it is found, and the money, too. That is—if we can have it back," she said softly.
"Have it back? Of course you may!" cried Mr. Bunker. "If it is your mother's we want you to have it. Was there anything else in the purse when your mother lost it?"
"Yes," Mary said, "there was a letter from my brother, but part of it was torn off," and she spoke of what the note had in it. Then they were all sure it was Mrs. Turner's purse.